Getting the Tree

Matt and I went with out friends, John and Connie, and their children to a Christmas tree farm in Elk, Washington, which is about 45 minutes north of our house. The farm had grand fir, concolor fir, and blue spruce. Although we always get grand fir, these trees had flimsier branches than we were used to, and had been pruned too aggressively. We were really disappointed because we love how they smell, but the blue spruce were very attractive, so, at the risk of severely poked fingers and rashes up our arms (not to mention the...um....interesting smell...), we decided to give the spruce a whirl. We trekked all over the farm (a good two miles - up and down hills!!!) to find just the right one, and ended up getting one 10 feet from where the hay wagon dropped us off....isn't that how it always works! They provided measuring poles and saws, so Matt made quick work with the saw and they packed it up and took it down to our car for us!
Tagging the tree for bottom of the hill pick-up!
All loaded!


After we got the tree home and got the lights on (OUCH!), we found that we didn't get too scratched up putting on the rest of the decorations, and the tree turned out to be one of our prettiest we have ever had! The color mixes well with the wall color in the living room, and it hasn't dropped a needle yet!